So
far beyond, beneath, within the moonThere,
in the very center of your heart -such
love, just waiting for a tone, a tuneto
build a bridge between two separate realms.

For
so long, it has seemed so out of reach.Yet
still the basics of true harmony can teachanother
heart to find a way to love.Endless
skies absorbing and expandingevery
feel of what has ever really beenmost
real.

This
loving cannot be contained betweenjust
one and two. It builds and flows and glowswithin
the moon. Enhanced by every endlessstar
that dares to shine within the seeming darkof
skies still painted in the luminous appeal of indigo.Even
as pure ebony expands itself again.And
ivory resounds within some toneof
great repentance and amends.

Misty
gray that finds a single crystal.Creation
in a single ray of light.Colors
sprayed into another needystretch
of atmosphere. We breathe.Hearts
beat. Steady and composedwithin
the greatest alterings. Theytend
to mourn for all the magic, dying.Believing
it exists no more, then clingingto
some weary will long gone.

The
veil that lies between the worldswas
never rent, but always has been open.We
humans seem to build the wallsthat
keep it separate. Magic leftthat
will not heed their sorcerousconnections.
Alive and well,the
magic dwells within.

Within
the moon, within the manytunes
of love unfolding and expanding.Seeking
to adorn the greatest meaning.Shunned,
alas, by all the endlessseeking
for a something more thatever
would abhor its tenderness.

Unconditional,
the great surrender.Binding,
every living memory.Touched
and touching.Always
once again imbued byyet
another hue of living color.An
ambiance created with an other.Expanding
to the otherness of all.

Rise
and fall, its call is everlasting.Listen
for its whisper in the wind.And
then respond in kind.For
any less than everythingexpels
its magic into yet someother
heart, some other world.And
you, the exile. Never quitebelonging
anywhere you travel to.

Surfing
on the internet. Against all odds,you're
guided to the site of yet anothercrazy
poet. Zoomed into another tunethat
speaks of endless love. But this time,something's
different after all. Insane,there's
this one poet that containsa
something more.

More
than just another list of endlessbliss
that no one ever lived. Somehowthis
poet gathers up reality within a glowof
just one velvet glove. Gatheringin
rhythm and in awkward rhymingschemes,
the very essence of thebest
and worst of every dream of love.

Feelings
altered. Great emotions spent.Touching
yet again, your innocence.Intuiting,
yet never really knowingof
the suffering that brought these wordsto
somehow be, a touch of the eternityof
love. So far away, we've gone astray.Yet
still the moon that glows with loveabides
within the all, and thus - in us...